The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path - Chapter 175

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Chapter 175

Translator: Yonnee

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Meanwhile, Radis knocked on the door one more time.

“It’ll be just a minute, Marquis!”

“R-Radis! Me too, just a minute!”

Yves Russell looked around hurriedly.

There must be something—anything—he could use in here. But unfortunately, as it was a study, there were just books everywhere.

‘I’m doomed.’

A drop of cold sweat trickled down Yves Russell’s back.

The times he had felt so utterly embarrassed could be counted with only one hand.

Standing there and looking around pathetically, Yves Russell had no choice but to… pull out the first book he could reach, put it on his head, then open the door.

“……”

Yves Russell had to press down on the urge to groan out loud.

‘Goddamnit.’

He watched as Radis’s features were soon painted with bewilderment.

Patting down the book on his head as naturally as he could so as to cover his hair, Yves made up an excuse.

“I-I absorb the contents of a book by putting it on my head.”

Radis was about to say that he wouldn’t even be able to read the contents of the book by doing that, but… she stopped herself.

Maybe this was some sort of secret hobby.

Taking it in stride, Radis casually went straight to the point.

“By any chance, Marquis, do you have any books related to magical studies here in your residence?”

“Huh? M-Magical studies?”

“I asked Ron at the library, but he said that the books on that topic weren’t being kept there, but not that there aren’t any at all in the entire mansion.”

“Well, uh…”

As he trailed off, Yves Russell glanced towards the secret room hidden within his study.

“…Um, there’s some, yes. But…”

Just hearing that, Radis looked up at him with twinkling eyes.

“But, um, I don’t think you’ll be able to understand them? You can’t instantly learn the ancient language just by looking at the books. There aren’t many scholars who can translate the ancient language either, and most of them are at the imperial palace.”

Then her twinkling eyes soon dimmed as disappointment started to set in. Still, she didn’t give up right away.

“I really want to read it…”

Radis’s black eyes stared right into his eyes.

Faced with her loveliness, Yves automatically replied without even realizing what he’s saying next.

“Should I let you borrow some?”

“Yes please!”

She smiled brightly as she nodded.

At that moment, Yves Russell instantly felt like everything was better.

He didn’t know why, but he did not want Radis’s smile to dim—even if what it took to keep her smile bright was allowing her access to books on magical studies, which were quite positively prohibited.

“What kind of books are you looking for?”

“One that’s about the ancient language and about runes. And if there’s also anything about mana, please! I’d love to read it…!”

“Um, I guess that’s okay. Hold on a second. Don’t follow me!”

Yves Russell stepped back into the study, book on the head and all. He was still wearing it like a hat.

He went straight to an old book that was placed on a bookshelf deep in his personal study.

After pressing it, the two bookshelves in front of him opened, and a hidden door appeared.

The door had no handle.

Instead, there were runes in the shape of an eye engraved in the middle of the stone door.

“Come to think of it, it’s been a long time, huh.”

Yves Russell removed the book on his head and pushed his bangs back.

Then, he stared into the runes with his golden eyes.

And, after a while, grumble—

The stone door opened.

The room within the entrance was, to put it simply, a strange place. It was like the miniature version of a warp gate.

Each surface of the stone walls inside were engraved with runes, and the shelves that decorated the walls had all sorts of unidentified magic tools, worn out parchment papers and very old tomes.

And on the wall facing the stone door hung a golden shield.

So large that it looked difficult to lift with just one hand, the magnificent mirror shone like a mirror. It was impossible to guess what kind of metal it was made out of.

There was a black lion depicted upon the shield. Even though it was just a pattern, it looked like it was embossed there.

As one of the god-made weapons known as the ‘Yarek’, this shield was known as ‘Kairos’, the weapon of the Russell Marquisate’s progenitor, Verad Russell.

Yves habitually bowed his head as he was standing before the shield. Then, he turned around and rummaged through the bookshelf that had the relatively newer books.

“Ancient language, runes, mana. Books that don’t say anything dangerous.”

He picked out two books. Having finished what he came there for, Yves was about to leave the room, but he hesitated and looked back.

Somehow, it felt like the shield was staring at him.

Yves spoke politely.

“I’m a little busy right now. I promise I’ll dust you off next time.”

Two books in hand, Yves left the room.

The secret room’s door closed behind him.

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